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I grunted out a frustrated sound as I came, much too soon for my own liking as ropes of warm, sticky cum coated my shaft and fingers, making me feel a mix of shame, guilt, and relief.
Well at least that’s taken care of, now perhaps I can get back to being a functional human being.
If I even was functional, because I sure as hell didn’t feel it at the moment.
I tugged on my cock, pumping out the last bits of my guilty spend, deciding that staying around the house wasn’t as solid an idea as I had hoped it would be. So I got up, ambled to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, then decided now would probably be as good a time as ever to head out for that run, work off some of those feelings, put everything out of my mind, including the devil himself and his stupid, hot face, and then I could launch into my daily workout afterward, shower, make some dinner, and watch the latest episode of 911 Lone Star I’d missed because I worked late last week, and call it a fucking night.
Wow, I really am boring as hell.
I changed quickly, tying on my runners, slid my keys in my shorts pocket, and took off for the walking trail. Jasper Springs Towers wasn’t the biggest apartment complex in town by any means. It was nestled near the woods, which gave the place a kind of quaint, cozy atmosphere, and every day I could hear the birds out of my window tweeting away as I woke up. Mixed with the ever-present light of the sun there, it was everything I thought I could have ever wanted in a place to live. I just wished I had someone to share it with. Someone to wake up to, curled in the sheets together, while we listened to the birds sing away outside. Allie tells me it was because I’m a romantic, but I thought that sort of thing was what everyone wanted.
Wasn’t it?
When I got to the trail on the side of the complex, I immediately launched into my stretches. I leaned forward, lunging to stretch my calves and legs, to limber myself up for the run. There was no one around, which made me feel a little better. Not that I minded running on the trail with other people, but there was just something about being the only one amidst the trees and plants that lined both sides of the trail. It was easier to focus, to shed whatever I needed to in my thoughts and just... be.
I stretched my arms over my head from side to side, twisting my body, pulling on my elbows as well to stretch the muscles there. I learned pretty early on, if I didn’t stretch before a run, I’d be paying for it later and choking down Advil with my meals for days.
In my mindless routine, a voice cut through, breaking my concentration.
“What the hell are you doing here, Harding?”
I turned as I finished my twist, my eyes widening immediately at the sight of Dawson, dressed in nothing but silver athletic shorts and white Nikes. His tanned, muscled chest sparkled with sweat in the sunlight, his sandy hair wet. As he pulled his earbuds out, I thought I must’ve done some serious shit in a former life for karma to fuck me like this.
CHAPTER 7
Dawson
The last person I ever thought I’d see on Jasper Springs Tower’s trail was Nolan. For starters, I ran the track every day, rain or shine, and I’d seen a hell of a lot of people either in passing or because I’d responded to a call, or just because Jasper Springs was the smallest town on the fucking planet.
But I’d never seen Nolan anywhere outside of work until the other night at M’s Place, and it seemed like ever since then I couldn’t escape the infuriating adjuster who...
Looks kind of hot in that tight Under Armour tank... even with the glasses.
Especially with the glasses.
Fuck!
“Uh... I live here,” he deadpanned, as if such a thing were common knowledge.
I closed my eyes immediately as I realized how dumb I must have looked, because of course he lived there. The property was private for residents of the Towers, which meant...
Nolan Harding lived in my damn complex and I had no freaking idea.
What were the odds?
I decided to make up for my stupid ass comment by covering up with some good old-fashioned competition, something I was far more comfortable with than talking.
Not to mention, I came to run, to feel the hard earth of the trail beneath my feet and the heat of the sun on my skin until I couldn’t focus on anything else. Because that weird moment earlier, at my brother’s house... left me feeling more worked up than I wanted to admit at the moment, especially to Nolan.
“Small town, small world, I guess,” I grunted as I took a well-needed stop to breathe and take a drink from my water bottle.
Nolan gave me the cold shoulder, turning away from me to continue his sexy stretching, showcasing the actual definition in his arms like I was insignificant to him or his little yoga show, like he was better than me.
How dare he.
“You gonna stretch all day or you actually going to hit the pavement?” I taunted him.
Nolan turned, looking at me with dark eyes, his expression something between surprised and enticed, and I can’t say it was a bad look for him.
